Thank you for getting my stuff from storage. I remember packing it all in the same kind of boxes, and labeling it in every direction so that you can easily find it, but who knows what it looks like in the storage unit in Denver. I should have labeled all the boxes 1 of 10 or something like that. My clothes aren't that big of a worry. I've been wearing clothes too big for me for a while now, so I kinda like the baggy style. And luckily my belt is the type that has holes going all the way around, so I just keep pulling and it works out okay.
I'm trying to decide what to do with my mission clothes. I can't wear them, but should I frame the yellow armpit-ed shirts and the bike grease-stained skirts? They deserve a badge of honor. Don't even get me started about my underwear. I was thinking a patchwork quilt of all my mission clothes would be good.... but we all know that's an idea that will probably never happen. The winter clothes aren't that bad because I didn't sweat the moment I left my apartment. I have learned on my mission to just be sweaty. No matter how much wiping you do, it's not going to make a difference.
John says he wants to buy me a cell phone when I return. Jay, for the record, John is currently winning the favorite brother award since you made a jab at me being married with 15 children by next summer. Dad, is the family plan full? If so, then I can go separate, but it would probably be cheaper in the long run if there is room.
Transfers are this week, but I'm probably staying in Saijyo. They don't often move people on their last transfer. And they are trying to keep new missionaries with their trainers (me!) for 2 transfers to finish this new training they've implemented. So I'm dying (as a missionary) in Saijyo - the only place in the mission without a church building. Seriously. Luckily the Hikari Ward 35 minutes away is nice and will take care of me. I wish I could take my bike home, but oh well. Some poor missionary will take care of it. Maybe.
Dad, I got an email from my mission president, who got an email from the missionary department, that everyone needs to be more careful about what they write on their emails home. Especially if they are blogged. Privacy of investigators and members. Don't worry, the email was to everyone, not just me. But could you jump into blogspot somewhere and take off the searching capability to my blog? So that if people type 'bean-chan' my blog doesn't pop up? Thanks! Privacy is really something that wasn't a problem 10 years ago. At least not to this degree.
My electronic dictionary died this past week. Yes, it is broken.
It's been in my bag everyday for over a year and it's been fine. I guess I must have been a little too rough with it in my bag or something, because when I turn it on I only have black lines on the sides, and nothing in the middle. I even took it apart to see if I could see anything hardware-ish wrong with it. No loose pieces. It is just broken. So today I'm going to the store to price new dictionaries. My broken dictionary has a warranty, a one year warranty, that I bought over a year ago. That figures. If I can see one for a good price, I will buy it and put it on my credit card that I can pay off later. So dad, please watch out for that payment and pay it for me, then I'll pay you back when I have a nice job here in a couple of months. I thought about using a book dictionary, but I can't save words in it, and the electronic dictionaries are just simply superior.
Today is the 4th of July over here. Yeah, that means absolutely nothing. I told my companion that America become a country today in 1776. That meant nothing to her. Well, to celebrate we are going to KFC. It's the best I can do. Luckily KFC is next to the dictionary place.
This week's theme was cleaning. We organized a cleaning project to clean up the mold apartment but the members bailed on us to write a paper. At the end one sister finally came. Yeah! The mold... CAME BACK. Of course it did. It is so deep. So we used the strongest stuff you can buy at a normal store in Japan and just focused on the floor in the one room.
This poor young mother has given up. She doesn't know what to do! The truth finally came out. Growing up her mother would clean for her. She never learned how to clean. Now she is in this mess, wants to learn how to clean, but doesn't have any friends so no one can teach her. Thank goodness for missionaries that have cleaned our fair share of apartments. And my companion is Japanese, so she has battled mold her whole life. Mom, thank you for teaching me how to clean. I might not like vacuuming as much as you do, but at least I know how. I kinda learned laundry on my own in college, but that wasn't too hard. Then we have Jay. And John. Do you two know how to clean? You better learn here pretty soon!
The next day we had apartment checks, where the couple down in Kumamoto came up to see if our apartment was clean. They gave us their tub of Clorox that we will use on the mold problem this coming week. I am so tired of cleaning. Thank goodness in college you move around once every few years, and there is a landlord that would deal with a mold problem. I will stay as far away from mold as humanly possible for the rest of my life. Dad, I think I would like San Francisco better than Florida.
Okay, I think that's all for this week. Until next week!
レモン姉妹
Our desk. This was taken right after our cleaning check. My side is the right side.
This little devil child finally slept! Of course it couldn't have been during sacrament meeting, but on the train ride home. Well, at least that 30 minutes was the quietest of the mom's life
This is the meal that Nishiyama Shimai made for us. We couldn't eat all of it, but I sure tried!
Traffic cones in Japan
More traffic cones in Japan
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